Katherine's Coffeehouse

Ever have a morning where everything seems to bother you? Where coffee filters conjoin like slurwords, and not even your longest thumbnail can separate what has become what?

When sometimes you paint a door because you’ve left it too long,

they march in, four by four by four, each

I’m looking at the details. The smaller picture. Minutia of goose plume,

What I’m not thinking about is the lawn mower,

This morning, as I was logging my weight, figuring out my highest, lowest and current, it occurred to me I ought to sum up the year, or at least the highlights.

They should never have planted that tree so close to the old foundation.

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So. You’ve written another book. Maybe it’s your second, maybe it’s your 15th. Either way, if you’re feeling that dip […]

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